[h2][center][color=0054a6][i]Morgan Jane Rowan[/i][/color][/center][/h2]
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[i]Morgan looks around, noticing the looming figures.[/i] "It's fine, and is that so. [i]Morgan took an instinctive step back, crossing her arms while mocha flattened her ears to the top of her head and growled a very uncharacteristic thing for a dog like mocha to do. Morgan looked behind her.[/i] "What did she say. Perfect posse?." [i]Her voice sounded fearful. She walked to the stand getting another hot chocolate and another cookie on mocha's request with her incisive barking, when Morgan handed her the cookie she gladly took it.[/i]